Sur la route de Memphis [English translation]

I could hear the disc-jockey

In the car which was lugging me

On the road towards Memphis

And the radio was praising

A dumb thing that made me drowsy

On the road towards Memphis

I Come to you

You wait for me in your white dress

Love in the country

Looks a little like a Sunday

And having his beer, the driver

was keeping an eye on the hour

On the road towards Memphis

A guard-dog, sitting on the death-seat,

Was a bit wildly staring at me

On the road towards Memphis

I Come to you, not in a white limousine,

Wearing a suit a little worn at the sleeves.

I may keep quiet, smoke at will,

But keeping the handcuffs on my wrists

On the road towards Memphis

The cops won for once, I must say,

All I can do is pass near your place

On the road towards Memphis